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My first steps were the hardest. I was never fond of the dark, though…an overwhelming feeling of comfort surfaces. Addiction, betrayal, Severance; You can pick your poison as long as you realize they’re all the same.

Further I reach into this foreign place that’s seems all too familiar.                 Though I cannot see I seem to know the way,                                               Petrified yet exhilarated by the occasion.

“It has to be better than out there.”                                                                 People are so full of themselves, a never-ending illness.                                       Life is more than what reaches the surface…                                                             I think I’ll stay.